A/N: I was brainstorming story ideas with a friend and this story came to be. We were both inspired by the show Criminal Minds and I decided to try my hand at the concept. No, this isn't going to be a crossover story.
WARNING: Later chapters will get very dark, like blood and gore dark. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned. This story is rated M for blood, gore, violence, and swearing. Reader discretion is advised.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Death. It's a part of life. Every living thing has to die. Animals, plants, insects...people. When the cycle of life has come to an end everyone and everything must face what comes next...what comes next. I fear what comes next for those who have lost their souls; myself and my brothers included. As the only ones of our kind we fight or die; and sometimes that means taking the life of another. How many lives have we taken in our lifetime? How much blood have we shed? Every night I pray for the souls who were lost and for the souls of my brothers that should their time come that they would find peace.
...Peace.
Such a fragile thing. I used to think that our small family lived in peace. Of course there were skirmishes between us, but that was just brothers getting on each other's nerves; sibling rivalry. I lived in a fool's paradise. Not knowing what lay behind the closed doors of my brother's bedrooms; what monsters lurked there, what nightmares they faced. As the leader it's my job to protect those under my care. But something began to manifest behind those closed doors. Something began to take root. I didn't know what it was, at the time, but I could sense it. Like animals sensing when danger is near.
I don't know when it started or how it came to be, but evil made its way into our home. A soul devouring evil that we couldn't fight against. If I had known what the root was...if I had known what had invited this evil into the lair then maybe...maybe he would still be with us. I would have been better prepared for what was about to come and I would have been able to stop it in its tracks before it sank its claws in and started to suck the life out of our peaceful home.
And Mikey...poor Mikey would still be here.
He could have been saved, but he was the first to be taken. I didn't know it at the time, but the evil had been festering for a year before it came to light. It's my biggest regret, not paying more attention to what was happening with my brothers. And now, I'm faced with the deaths of two brothers. Not in the literal sense, but the figurative. I'm faced with the deaths of my brother's hearts, their minds...their core. Everything that made them who they are, or should I say "were".
Let me take you back. Back when this all started. But, I warn you, it's not for the faint of heart. It's filled with death and sorrow; flowing with the blood of the innocent. This is the story about how the sun was swallowed by darkness. And how darkness became the new light.
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